And now, another episode of ridiculous conversations heard only here:
Me: “Do you know if we have any potting soil, Annabelle?”
Anna: “I didn’t know we needed to re-pot anything…”
Me: “We don’t. I just want to pour some dirt on the floor…”
Anna (without pause): “Oh, okay. There might be some in the broom closet.”
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